God's second sculpture...

After creating man, god was busy working on his another sculpture.

An angel appeared to him and asked,

Dear god,

You’ve made man two days ago and you are continuously working on a new sculpture since past two days.

God replied, this is very special to me and very close to my heart.

SPECIAL? Angle asked her with raised eyebrows.

Yes my child. God replied, have u seen my data sheet on her?

Angel took it and started reading.

She can be cracked but can’t be broke, have a lap kind enough to space 4 children, a kiss that can cure a wounded knee to a broken heart and she will do everything with two hands only.

Angel was wordless seeing the requirements.

Only two hands? What else she can do? Angel needled him with his sarcastic gesture.

She heal herself when she is sick and can work 18 hrs a day, she is soft but I’ve also made her tough, not only she will be able to think but she will also be able to negotiate.

God touched his sculpture’s cheek and said,

See, this is not a leak, it’s a tear, tear to express joy, sorrow, pain, disappointment, love, loneliness, grief and pride.

Angel was impressed “you are a genius god” she is truly amazing.

Yes she is! She smiles when she wants to scream, sings when she wants to cry, cry when she is happy, and laughs when she is nervous. She fights for what she believes in and stand up to injustice, she don’t accept no when there can be a solution. She goes to doctor with a frightened friend, loves unconditionally like rain, cry when her wards excel and cheer when her friend get awards, she feels joyous hearing about a birth or wedding, cry on a friend’s demise and grieve at the loss of a family member. Yet she is strong when she feels there is no strength left, she knows that a kiss heals all, she brings joy, hope, and love to her family and friends, she have vital things to say and everything to give. The heart of a woman is what makes this world keep turning and rolling.

And one more thing my dear child,

I made woman just after man just because they are partial without each other.

God replied, finishing his sculpture’s face and giving Midas touch to it.

dedicated to one ..

who knows exactly how I was made, bit by bit.

How I was sculpted from nothing into something.

Like an open book, she watched me grow from conception to birth;

all the stages of my life were spread out before her,

O' mighty lord..

Dark and peril clouds gathered above him..

Thunders echoed and lightning striked..

He,

He shivered frantically...

Huge lurching rocks came crashing down like waves eroding the shores..

He started crying piteously and fell to his knees..

"Help me my Lord!!"

he screamed hysterically despite the roaring weather..



Things he cared for, seemed to be far upon his reach..

People he cared for, am I going to see them again??

Am I going to see the morning again, He questioned himself..

He...

He did not want to leave again..

He...

His heart ached every time he left..

It'll be another long time for him to see them again, for him to be back again..

But,

Will things still remain as it was when he reincarnate??

The gloom silhouette casted behind him, making him smaller than usual..

His heart, was like a small tiny boat, sailing in the huge, deep-black ocean, with titanic waves ,

rain like as it never rained before..

The boat struggled; it can't seem to find a firm place to hold on to........

Suddenly, a light sparkled..

He glanced towards the direction..

He remembered the One who remains faithful

no matter what, the One who is waiting for him every time,

the One who is waiting for him to cry for Him, and He, He will reach out for him...

IF GOD IS FOR US, WHAT CAN BE AGAINST US?? 

Night shifts in P.S.U's

In PSU’s (public sector units) though every jack and ace encash their sleep only but still we can divide them into three groups.

Group A - All bachelor young guns who carry cigarettes, novel and electronic gadgets charged up to last electron level during night shifts.
Group B – Married people with their kids as kids, carrying magazines with weekly sex columns and a 30 pages pocket diary to make a note of “how to improve sex life”
Group C - Rusty and sleepy senior-most carrying drugs (medicines dimwits), blanket, eye cushion pad and a big alarm clock big enough to wake the community up at 5 o’clock.

THE SHIFT BEGINS:
People head towards their respective departments discussing daily soaps and about their wives along with the equipments to survive the darkness.
Normally shift starts at 10 if every unit is working in as desired manner (a bit of failure is also acceptable)
At 10:30 shift head yawns first with the look ‘people I am done with my smoking and sex I am thinking of sleeping now the unit is yours’ This is the signal that I am going to sleep you may follow if you want to but according to seniority level only.
Midnight scenario:
Plant looks like haunted with only few lights in the office and rest in darkness
Half of the shift is over and people under 33% reservations are left as trainees and junior engineers with few workaholics. Irrespective of the running condition the sex gurus call every Sharma ji and mishra ji and treat their sex problems in every possible manner and after an hour of vigorous discussion they fall asleep with their mouth open inviting any bee left in the plant accidently, to inspect their internal organs and give a percent damage report at the end of shift.
One more hour later
Smokers become friend first at a new place so its ruling time for group A people they are feel a bit sleepy now so they find a blackout room, a new room every time. They smoke with sips of tea and spent few more mins in discussing and calculating cigarettes and in planning when to smoke.
3 hours left for the shift to over
Everybody else is dead and fell like drunk wizards at their table with only group A people left and it’s time for them to search for recently opened documents and other explicit materials hidden in the 80 gigabyte diskette.
For the next two hours people fire in the hole (CS & DELTA-FORCE), destroy police vehicles(NFSMW) and build their dynasty(AOE) with tea biscuits and a pity ‘draupadi’ cigarette.

Last but not the least hour
People based on their seniority starts arriving, rubbing their eyes and managing hairstyles. Shift head arrives at the last with the question in his eye ‘You guys didn’t sleep at all’ and give ‘my young guns are very hard-working’ look.
Last precious 30 minutes
People wait for the clock to strike the last minute and match the time with them as they feel the clock is also sleepy.
BONG!! the wait is over now.
Next shift people landed they hug each other as they successfully managed the plant for the past eight hrs and wish them all the best for the next shift.
Finally one more nightmare ends.